The Church:Invisible Lyrics

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Sitting in the shadows and the evening oscillatingFeeling light and feeling like it's a-gonna changeHoping for a moment for some gentle consolationWaiting at the station where the treats are out of range

She's sitting in a carriage being jostled by the motionOverhearing conversation, the grinding of the steelScenes fly past the curtains that the darkness paints uncertainAnd memories are meaningless, her motives are concealed

Through countrysides and mountains and the village by the oceanWhere the stranger's waiting for her in the plushness of his carWinding and rewinding, pushing all directionsTill the limit of implosions, which is never very far

All I ever wanted to seeWas just invisible to me

Out there in the distance the horizon meets resistanceThe summer falls down drunken on the longest of the daysRushing past the ruins of the churches and the PorschesReflected in the mirrors and the echoes in the haze

He drums impatient fingers on the chrome and on the leatherRunning through the reasons in the corners of his mindSifting tiny diamonds on his shaky mental islandsWhere he often claims asylum from the structures left behind

The wind blows through the headstones and the milestones/maelstrom's (2:55) making musicThe melody reminds us the girl's still far awayAsleep in her compartment, dreaming of the darknessAs the train speeds on the darkness to the approaching day